cigarettes // yuri on ice

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He nodded, and replied "I guess." in that same Russian accent; but this time it was croaky from the smoke and he was coughing lightly.

"M-My sister.. Mari, her name was. She died of lung cancer because she smoked." Yuri explained. "She passed away around a year ago."

"I'm sorry for your loss." Was all he said before he put the orange and white stick in his mouth again.

Yuri watched him light up another.
It was his love, his comfort, his companion and consistency.
The ash sprinkled across the cement when he flicked the filter.
As if each floating piece were a moment of his life sheared away.
He inhaled deeply, letting the smoke seep into his cells.
The comfort he ached for had finally returned.

"I wish you wouldn't smoke."